Too Close

respect

Zuko fell asleep on Kataras bed as she was doing homework, he didn't mean too but when she let him lay his head on her lap to watch and she started touching his hair he was out within minutes, his arm draped across her lap as well with his other arm wrapped around her waist. She kept her hand in his hair, scratching behind his ear like he was a cat as he slept soundlessly.

She typed on the laptop with one hand with her essay but heard footsteps up the stairs, Zuko woke up quickly and watched the door hoping no one came in. Katara smiled down at him seeing his one eye open.

"You okay down there?" She teased rubbing his head again and laughed softly hearing him groan hugging her waist more at the feeling.

"Better," he mumbled leaning into her touch.

"Can you read over my conclusion to make sure it makes sense?" Katara asked sweetly and Zuko opened his eyes again to look at the screen for her.

"The last sentence needs a comma and add an extra sentence to elaborate on the beginning of the essay," he yawned a little and she fixed it nodding.

"Done!" She smiled with a small clap as she sent it to the teacher.

Zuko rolled to look up at her from below, she put her hand over his face but cried out when he licked her hand.

"Don't do that!" She whined wiping the spit from her hand onto his forehead as he grunted pushing her hand off his face.

"Don't wipe my spit on me," he glared at her. She licked her hand and wiped it on his forehead again as he yelled and sat up quickly.

"It's not your spit," she laughed at him but he pushed her off the bed as she screamed.

"It's so on rich boy," Katara growled from the ground and leaped on her bed as Zuko yelled in fear when she tackled him.

"Don't pull my fucking hair!" Zuko yelled.

"Don't push me asshole!" She yelled back but gasped when he shoved her and was on top. Katara tried kicking him off but he pinned her easily with her hands at her side.

"I can easily take you down kat," Zuko looked down at her unamused as she scowled up at him.

"I'll take you down now if I wanted too," she squirmed but he pressed his shins on her legs to keep her down.

"Just say I win, not that hard," Zuko smirked smugly. Her glare darkened as she finally stayed still and stared up at him. He didn't like that look.

"Say it," he said again raising a brow.

"I'm not giving up," she huffed.

"You don't even have a chance to win," he smiled more.

"I'll scream,"

Zukos eyes widen.

"My dads downstairs, I'll scream," Katara smiled cruelly.

Zuko was immediately off with his hands up.

"You fight dirty-" Zuko grunted when she kicked him off the bed and he landed on the ground.

"I am not losing," Zuko growled jumping back on the bed as Katara squealed into a fit of giggled when he grabbed her.

He didn't waste time to pin her again as her legs were wrapped around his waist from trying to take him down but failed when he flipped them. She giggled wildly as he smiled down at her.

Katara smiled up at him as he slid his hand into hers as their matching nails were next to each other when their fingers intertwined.

"Is.. is this okay?" Zuko asked softly and blush crawled up her face, she smiled though, they said they'd take it slow so they wouldn't ruin their friendship... but she loved this, she knew him, that he wouldn't want her to be uncomfortable but she wasnt, it was more than comfortable to be like this with him. She loved him.